A Gift of Fall

… waving woods and waters wild do hymn an autumn sound. —Elizabeth Barrett Browning

We pretend

it is fall, 

and the world 

consents,

so we open

windows, listen

to the steady drops,

nap near a window

where the cloud-

cooled winds

gently greet us, 

put a soup 

on a low, 

slow simmer,

and linger

over books

and share

our own 

old stories

over whip-

topped cups

of chocolate.

—C.L, Fisher, August 2021

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